I find myself wondering how much the historical Jesus billed Lazarus for his resurrection.
Deep in meditative trance a voice, my own perhaps, told me that I sought a god and had always done so.
I felt it as soon as I sat down, the presence. Or was it a smell, a feeling a sound of silence.
The happiest mind is the empty mind. The mind of pure experience. Empty of though but full of what is.
Hard as they are to describe, if I had to use one word to paint a picture of a mystical … More
There are certain activities or states of mind which trigger in me what Abraham Maslow calls “peak experiences”. Reading Keith Hancock’s Mystical Experience of Reality does just that.
Silence is not the absence of sound but the absence of noise. Noise is not simply the presence of undesired sound.
When it comes to parallel universes, it does not get much better than Narnia. Where better to escape the troubles of a world which at times feel overwhelming.
Enjoying the cool spring sunshine this morning, I had a moment of truth as my eye was caught by dew drops in the long grass. I was sitting in our beautiful patch of wild meadow at the bottom of the garden.
I hadn’t quite realized until very recently just how damaging the human ego is.